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Note: Lucas Scott never wrote the Unkindness of Ravens in this story.

20: Pretty Little Picture

Brooke was greeted by the morning sun the next morning, the space next to her was empty. As she sat up and looked around the room, she noticed a note on the bedside table.

Went out with Sam to check our condo.

Brooke almost forgot that they won't live in the Winchester House anymore. When she first found out that she would be living alone with Dean once they're married, she thought she'd go nuts within a week of living alone with him. But now, it was as if she was glad that she'd have Dean alone to herself. Plus, the Winchester House isn't that far from where they'll live.

For a moment, she sat on the bed and thought of what happened between her and Dean last night. Well, nothing really happened, except for a make out session with Dean. They were almost on the verge of making love, but Brooke suddenly stopped. For some unknown reason, she felt that she wasn't ready. She was surprised when Dean told her that he understands her. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking about what they would do once they get to Hawaii.

After taking a shower, Brooke took her crumpled dress on the floor and placed it back on its box. She then started to pack the set of clothes she and Dean brought to the hotel for their short stay there. She found the day's newspaper by their room door and unfolded it immediately. As expected, photos of her wedding were all over it. One reporter even dubbed her wedding 'the wedding of the year'. She had to stifle a laugh as she thought of how she and Dean made people perceive that they were a real couple. But then again, they're almost not faking it anymore.

The wedding, the garden, what happened between her and Dean last night…it all felt like a dream. For a moment, she stared at her and Dean's official husband and wife photo. Behind their happy smiles lies one of the biggest scandals.

Dean then entered the room, a frown plastered on his face.

Brooke placed the newspaper on the table. "What happened?"

Dean took out a can of soda from the fridge. "Damn paparazzi. They're waiting for us downstairs like vultures waiting for its prey."

Brooke laughed, amused with what Dean said. "Can't we just use the back door of the hotel?"

"They're everywhere. God I hate them," Dean muttered.

After downing the rest of his soda, Dean motioned for Brooke to get her coat. Unlike the other times he bossed her around, Brooke willingly obeyed. Together they walked downstairs and met their family and friends at the lobby of the hotel.

Brooke bade goodbye to her Tree Hill friends and promised Haley that she would call her once she gets to Hawaii. Jo gave Dean a list of some souvenirs she wanted, while Jessica congratulated Brooke once again for a very wonderful wedding ceremony. John and Ellen talked to the newly weds for a brief moment, and before they left, John told them that once they get back, their condo would be fully furnished. Richard and Victoria Davis were also there; Richard was still happy for his daughter, but Victoria seemed like she wanted to get out of there.

Finally, Dean and Brooke announced that they were leaving; they pushed through the paparazzi waiting for them outside the hotel. They eventually got to his Impala that was already waiting by the entrance of the hotel.

Luckily, the media hasn't found out about their new apartment yet, so the newly weds had no trouble going inside the condominium. When Brooke entered their apartment, she couldn't help but gasp. Dean was right; she was going to like it. The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon packing their clothes again, this time for their honeymoon trip. Later that night, they went to the airport and left the country.

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Brooke Davis-Winchester woke up to the sound of a radio blasting rock music. She didn't move at first; she knew it was just Dean. A moment later, she could hear Dean singing along with the song. Brooke jumped out of the bed and donned her robe and then went out of the room.

Brooke found Dean at the small living room, making moves as he sang along to Heat of the Moment. Brooke almost fell on the floor as she laughed.

Dean saw Brooke and went on with fooling around. When Brooke finally stifled her laugh, she pressed the stop button of the player and turned to look at her husband.

"Tell me I'm great," Dean said with a huge grin.

Brooke chuckled and went to the kitchen. "You actually sound good."

Dean followed Brooke to the kitchen. "Today's our first day here. What'ya wanna do?"

"Hiking?" Brooke suggested.

Dean shook his head and grabbed a brochure from the kitchen counter. "Last time you suggested hiking, things went out of control."

He was right. The last time Brooke planned a hiking, she found out about Lucas and Peyton.

Before Brooke could say another word, Dean grinned and showed her something on the brochure.

"That's better," Brooke said with a smile as she looked at what Dean was showing her.

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Dean Winchester couldn't be any happier; he was sure enough that he would never forget this day. He and Brooke spent three hours skorkeling under water, taking a break every now and then. Brooke looked so happy during the whole thing, and she looked hot in her red bikini. Dean couldn't help but think that Brooke was feeling something for him now, and that's what made him extremely glad.

Brooke felt the same, too. It was her first time in Hawaii and her first time to snorkel as well, and she couldn't be any happier. And she also felt like she wouldn't enjoy the trip so much if she wasn't with Dean. At that moment, Brooke knew that she had feelings for Dean.

After that, they went home to take a quick shower and change clothes and then went out again to look for a place to eat. They found a place called On The Hook near the beach; it was large enough to accommodate fifty persons. There was a bar at the center of the hut-like place and a small karaoke stage at the left side of it. There were about twenty people inside; some were singing, and some were busy talking to their friends. Dean and Brooke chose the table nearest to the bar.

A curvy girl dressed in shorts and a pink shirt came over to their table and asked for their orders. They scanned the menu and asked for something they've never tried before. They talked about everything they saw during their snorkeling activity, and Dean felt extremely happy because Brooke loved the whole thing.

The waitress came back with the desert they ordered right after they finished their dinner. Dean gave her a nod as she set the huge bowls of ice cream on their table. "I like this place," Dean said as he took a bite.

Brooke felt the same way; the place was very warm and welcoming. The people inside it were all smiling and humble. "I couldn't think of a better place for our honeymoon."

Right then, a man in his mid-twenties on the table in front of them them spun around. "You're newly weds?" he asked with a grin on his face.

Brooke nodded awkwardly and then looked back at her husband; Dean looked puzzled as well. Before they could say anything, the man behind them stood up and shouted, "We have honeymoon-ers here!"

All the people inside the place turned their heads to where Brooke and Dean was. Brooke's face went pink and Dean just looked down and tried to ignore everyone.

"Your dinner's on the house!" the guy at the bar exclaimed.

At that moment, a teenage girl who was singing a while ago came over to their table and grabbed Brooke. "Join us!"

Dean chuckled; Brooke tried to reject the girl, but the girl insisted, and Brooke had no choice but to give in. He watched as Brooke went towards the small stage. A few moments later, music boomed inside the place, and Brooke was being prodded by the other girls to dance. After a few nudges from the other girls, Brooke looked at Dean with a cute grin plastered on her face. Dean grinned back and nodded at her, giving her a signal that she should enjoy herself.

Even if the place was illuminated with yellow-ish lights, Dean could see that Brooke's cheeks went pink. Brooke immitated what the other girls were doing, swaying her hips here and there, and giggling like there's no tomorrow. The white flowy sundress that she was wearing followed her every move, as well as her dark hair; she looked mesmerizing. Right then, the only thing Dean wanted to do was get up from his chair, walk straight to Brooke, and kiss her, but there were too many people, and he thought it would be too stand off-ish to do that.

Brooke danced with the other girls for a few minutes until the music ended. As soon as the music stopped, she scanned the room and saw Dean looking at her, which made her blush once again. Dean was paying attention to her instead of the guy talking to him.

When Brooke came back to their table, people congratulated them every once in a while as they finished their ice cream. Before they left the place, the owner insisted to take a photo of them, and then congratulated them once again and wished them the best.

They drove home talking about how nice the people in Hawaii were, and all the while, Dean could only think of nothing but kissing Brooke once they get back to the house they rented.

"I've never had this much fun in a day," Brooke said as she walked into the house.

Dean was right behind her. He followed Brooke to their bedroom and as Brooke took off the pair of earrings she was wearing, Dean wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You looked beautiful back there," he said as he nuzzled Brooke's neck, "dancing and all."

Brooke giggled and turned around to face Dean. Dean rested his hand on Brooke's cheek. She could feel it, almost like a hot iron touching her, yet it didn't burn. It excited her, made her stomach twist like it had never twisted before.

"So," Brooke said as she turned to face him a little, "what do you wanna do now?"

Dean looked right into her eyes, then he smiled, sending shivers down her back. "I don't know," he said. "What do you wanna do?"

Dean moved closer to her. She was having trouble breathing, yet there was no way in the world she wanted him to move away. After all the kisses she shared with Dean, even the make out session they had on the night of their wedding, this moment felt extremely special to her. She had never felt this way towards Dean before, and at that moment, she knew that she had feelings for him.

"I don't know," Brooke whispered.

Dean turned her slightly so they were facing each other, then slowly he moved forward until he was kissing her.

It was as if a surge of electricity shot through every nerve cell in Brooke's body; Dean felt the same. As their kissing deepened, Dean carried Brooke to their bed and lay her there. The moment Brooke's back touched the bed, she pulled Dean back to her and started making out once again. She wrapped her arms around his neck. As the moments passed, they started not to care about anything; all they thought about was the feeling of each other's touch. It was like a drug, and both of them were soon addicted.

Brooke's hands traveled under Dean's shirt and he lifted his arms as she pulled it off him. Brooke sat up to let Dean unzip her dress and pull it off her. Dean had seen Brooke wearing bikinis twice now, but he couldn't help but get awed; she had an undoubtedly sexy body. He reached for the straps of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders and then crashed her body back to him. Their breaths were ragged as they made out. Brooke's fingers ran through Dean's bare shoulders down to his chest, and then to his chiseled abs as he kissed her passionately. Her fingers traveled further towards his belt and with one quick move, she removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

One thing led to another. They moved as if it was choreographed; one amorous move after another. Dean was gentle yet agressive with her, and Brooke loved it. They couldn't stop...they didn't want to. As their bodies entwined, they became more wrapped up with each other's touch.

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Dean woke up with a smile on his face. Last night was the best night of his life, and he couldn't get rid of the sappy feeling he felt. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt ecstatic, and he couldn't shrug the feeling off. Brooke was still asleep beside him, her head touching his shoulders. Dean turned gently to face Brooke and watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and he felt utterly complete.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he whispered as Brooke opened her eyes a few minutes later.

The moment Brooke saw Dean's smiling face, she blushed and then smiled. "Were you watching me sleep?"

Dean chuckled and touched Brooke's face. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Brooke bit her lip and then shook her head.

"Good," Dean whispered and then leaned closer to her to give her a kiss.

"You were perfect last night," Dean said as he pulled away.

Brooke giggled and then looked at Dean with a playful smile. "You weren't so bad yourself, Winchester."

Dean started to trace patterns on her bare shulders.

"Can't believe it happened, you know," Brooke said with a dreamy sigh. "I never thought we'd end up like this."

"Like what?" Dean asked absentmindedly.

Brooke smiled once again and looked deep into his eyes. "Like this," she said and then kissed him again. And for the second time, they made love.

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Lucas Scott was having trouble with the novel he was writing. He entitled it The Comet, about a boy who saw a comet and how the comet changed the boy's life. From the moment the idea popped into his mind, he knew that it would be about Brooke and how she made an impact in his life; he would be the boy and Brooke was the comet.

Now, he was having trouble with continuing it because of Brooke's marriage to Dean. When he came back to Tree Hill yesterday with Haley and the rest of their friends, Lucas was unusually quiet, and both Haley and Nathan noticed, though they didn't ask him why. Lucas was thankful for that.

When it dawned on him that he wouldn't be able to write anything today, he left his laptop and went outside. For a moment, he just sat there on the porch and remembered one particular night.

"I'm not sure if we have a problem, or if I have a problem," Brooke said as Lucas sat beside her. She had been waiting on his front porch to talk to him about her worries.

Lucas' brows furrowed slightly. "What's the problem?"

Brooke squared her shoulders and bit her lip. "In a nutshell, you're you and I'm me."

"Yeah, but if I was you, you'd be dating yourself." Lucas looked at her and tried to see the emotions in her eyes, and there he saw a hint of fear.

"What I mean is, I do what I do and I like what I like, and that's just who I am," Brooke replied.

A small smile graced Luke's face. "I know; that's what I love about you."

Brooke looked like there was a war waging inside her, as if she was debating whether or not she should go on. "But the music that you listen to and the books you read...I'm not into any of that stuff," she blurted out.

"And I never asked you to be, okay?" he sighed. "You know I kind of enjoy that fact that we're different."

With that, Brooke looked much better. The look of worry in her eyes were now washed away. "Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that...you're the first really great guy that I've ever dated and that really scares me because I never gave a rat's ass before. But I do now."

Lucas wrapped his arm around Brooke's shoulder. "That's good, because I give a rat's ass about you too."

That night was still vivid in his memories. It was the night Brooke really showed him how much she cared for him, and it was the night Lucas knew that Brooke was the one.

Then he saw Haley walking towards him with a small smile on her face, but it was obvious that she was deliberating whether she should talk to him or not.

"Hey," she greeted and then sat beside him.

Lucas replied with a slight nod.

Haley let out a sigh as she placed her hand on Luke's knee. "It's Brooke, isn't it?"

"Did you notice the way she looked at Dean?" Lucas asked, his voice faltered.

"Luke, don't -"

Lucas scoffed. "I know that look. She used to look at me like that during our first weeks together."

And the truth came out. It was the one thing Lucas feared the most, from the time Victoria Davis went to his house and told him that Brooke was going away. She was now in love with some other man. To make things worse, she fell in love with the man who was supposed to be her fake boyfriend.

"Brooke hasn't told me anything yet," said Haley in a slightlly hopeful tone. "Maybe..."

But Haley couldn't think of anything to say that would make Lucas feel better, because she, too, saw the way Dean and Brooke looked at each other during their wedding day.

"You saw it too, huh?" Lucas asked when he saw the look in Haley's eyes. "I'm done, Hales. She's not coming back..."

Haley patted Lucas' knee. "Don't be too sure, Luke. You know how much Brooke loves you."

"After what I did to her?" He was referring to what happened between Peyton and him. "I doubt she still loves me the way she loved me before."

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Brooke was not contented with the snorkeling they did a couple of days ago, so she asked Dean to go to the oceanarium to watch some dolphins and other sea creatures. Dean, who only cared about making Brooke happy, obliged. They left the house they rented a couple of hours before lunch. They first went to the sea lions, and even though the star sea lion wasn't in the mood to impress its audience, Brooke enjoyed it; she felt like a child again, thanks to Dean. After that, they proceeded to the dolphins, which made Brooke laugh and giggle all throughout the show.

It was already getting dark when they left the oceanarium. Dean suggested that they should have dinner out, but Brooke wanted to have dinner at the house they rented, for a change. Since they didn't have anything there, they dropped by a grocery mart and saw a brochure of a couple of famous Hawaiian dishes, decided that they wanted to try the Chicken Katsu, and then bought the ingredients needed and then went back to the house.

"This looks easy," Dean mumbled as reread the instructions on the brochure.

Brooke brought out the de-boned chicken breasts out of the grocery bag and placed it on the counter. She did the same with the other ingredients. When she had done pouring the contents of a flour bag into a mixing bowl, Dean grabbed a piece of chicken breast and started to roll it onto the flour, making the chicken crumpled.

"Dean!" Brooke gushed. She placed her hands on her hips. "You're doing it the wrong way!"

"Yeah?" Dean grinned sheepishly.

Brooke moved closer to her husband and grabbed another piece of chicken breast. "You're supposed to coat it with flour, not roll the-"

Dean threw a handful of flour right into Brooke. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment, and then Dean laughed. Brooke opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't think of anything to say. If someone else had thrown her a handful of flour, she would be mad, but the way Dean laughed made her want to laugh as well. Dean was now leaning over the counter, still laughing hard. Brooke grabbed the first thing she touched and threw it right towards Dean. It was an egg.

"Hey!" Dean said out loud. Egg yolk was now trickling down his face.

Brooke was the one laughing now. Dean couldn't help but get hypnotized by the raspy sound of Brooke's laughter. A crooked smile spread across his face and then threw another handful of flour towards Brooke. By now, Brooke's face and hair was covered with flour. She screamed playfully and then threw a handful right at Dean. The flour mixed with the yolk on his face. The two of them spent a couple of minutes laughing, running around the kitchen, trying to hit each other with flour.

"I give up!" Brooke said. She slowly stood up from behind the counter and saw Dean standing by the sink, clutching a bowl of flour. Brooke, on the other hand, was holding an egg.

Half of the kitchen was a mess. Brooke made her way to the counter and put the egg back on its container. Dean walked towards the counter as well and placed the bowl of flour on the counter.

Brooke bit her lower lip. "That was fun."

"Yeah," Dean said with a grin. "You actually look a lot better now, with flour covering your face."

Brooke smacked Dean's arm playfully and laughed. Dean then wrapped his arms around Brooke's waist and pulled her closer to him. They kissed for a short while before Brooke pulled away and told Dean that his lips tasted funny because it had a mix of egg yolk and flour. They cooked the chicken (which was untouched during their flour-egg battle), had dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and then showered together to clean themselves.

Dean and Brooke spent their next day shopping for souvenirs. They spent the day after that packing their stuff and later that night, they went to the airport to go back home.

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Once their plane landed in New York from Hawaii, the couple expected to be welcomed by the media, and as much as they expected, reporters followed them like crazy as they walked out of the airport towards the waiting car for them. Dean and Brooke chose to go to the Winchester House first before they go to their condo.

"Sammy!" Brooke squealed with delight when Sam opened the door for him. "I've got lots of stuff for you!"

Sam chuckled and wrapped an arm around Brooke. "Missed you too, B. Where's Dean?"

Right then, Dean walked into the porch, carrying four large shopping bags. "Mind you, she really bought lots of stuff for you."

Sam laughed and then took two bags from his older brother and then led the couple into the living room. A minute later, Jo came bouncing down the stairs with a huge smile on her face. The four of them spent an hour or so talking about Dean and Brooke's honeymoon - except for the intimate things that happened between them - and then Brooke and Jo went upstairs to try on the clothes Brooke bought for Jo.

John and Ellen arrived a couple of hours later and they all had a family dinner. Since Brooke came into their lives, having dinner as a family was becoming a habit now. John felt happy for his oldest son; Dean was finally starting to change for the better, and everyone noticed it.

After their dinner, Dean and Brooke went home to their apartment. Luckily, there were no reporters around so they didn't have to sneak in. The moment they were all alone in their penthouse apartment, Dean slumped on their bed and was ready to go to sleep when Brooke suddenly took a photo of him.

"I'm making a scrapbook," Brooke said when Dean shot her a questioning look. She placed her camera on top of her dresser and noticed a photo; it was the one which the owner of the Hawaiian restaurant took. Dean's arm was wrapped around her shoulder, and both of them were smiling brightly. It was a pretty picture of the two of them, and Brooke knew that she should include it in the scrapbook she was making. She hid it safely inside her drawer and turned to look at Dean.

Dean patted the space on the bed next to him and motioned for Brooke to go to bed as well. Brooke smiled her trademark smile as she walked over to their bed.

"Your dad looked genuinely happy," Brooke whispered as she fixed her pillows.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Is there a problem?" Brooke finally lay down beside him.

Dean smirked and then kinked his eyebrows. "A problem? Well, here's the thing, Mrs. Winchester," he said with a semi husky voice.

Brooke bit her lower lip but kept her gaze at her husband, who crawled towards her and positioned himself on top of her. Dean kissed her and suddenly pulled away, which almost made Brooke ask for more.

"The problem is..." he said as he trailed a finger from Brooke's cheek down to her chest, "you look damn fine..." He lifted Brooke's shirt and started to make feathery kisses all over her flat stomach. "...and I've been waiting to do this..."

As Dean's hand made its way from her leg to her thigh, Brooke made a soft moan. Dean inched his hand higher and stopped when Brooke pulled him towards him and kissed him passionately.

Tonight was going to be another blissful night.

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